Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

However, regardless of the circumstances, wars share a common characteristic.

War will inevitably bring devastating disasters to ordinary people.

Since Russia intends to launch a surprise attack on the Ilyasalina Alliance, it will inevitably need to establish multiple military bases to ensure the transport of supplies.

Ironically, these villages were ideal locations for establishing military bases, which is why they were chosen by the Russian army, and the villagers living there had to keep them clean.

Oh, the cleaning here is cleaning in the real sense.

They directly destroyed the villagers' village, forcibly relocated the villagers, and killed those who disobeyed.

This is why, even though there were ten military trucks, there were only a few dozen soldiers on board.

"Someone else is here."

Controlling the villagers to leave, Misaki Shokuhou sat in the military truck she had just seized, opened her closed eyes, pouted her little lips, and whispered.

In the end, Makoto Haramura chose to let Misaki Shokuhou do it instead of asking her directly.

Of course, he would still hope that Misaki Shokuhou would refrain from doing things like controlling unrelated people to spy on other people's memories if it were possible.

However, it seems that his actions just now have instilled great fear in the villagers, and they probably won't get any information out of him, so they can only send Misaki Shokuhou.

"It's perfect that they've come to us willingly; the mage must know quite a bit of information."

Touching his chin, Makoto Haramura's lips curled into a carefree smile.

"Speaking of which, are you going to give it a try this time?"

"You've probably never fought a mage before, right? Try using methods other than control once in a while."

"Ok!"

Misaki Shokuhou tilted her head cutely, and her middle finger touched her puffed-out left cheek.

"That works too, let's give it a try."

……

"The quality of the soldiers is getting worse and worse."

A loud sound exploded in the icy snow, a sound as powerful as a car engine.

The sound was very loud, and it didn't sound like an ordinary passenger car at all; it sounded more like the sound of a heavy armored vehicle.

However, this is not a car.

Instead, it was a carriage pulled by two horses, and these horses weren't even real horses, but mechanical horses made of silver metal.

It's not a horse covered in armor or anything; it's a real horse made of metal.

The carriages were not made of wood like in ancient times, but rather made of the same material as the metal horses, with an outer shell resembling Western armor.

—Srepnia.

This is the warhorse ridden by Odin, the Allfather, in Norse mythology.

The eight-legged warhorse runs faster than the wind, and Sleipnia can roam freely, whether in the sky or in the sea.

Once a war breaks out, Odin will mount his warhorse and gallop to the front lines.

Of course, the "natural" here is not the warhorse from mythology, but a special spiritual garment created by Russian religious groups in imitation of mythology.

The main purpose of this spirit garment is the same as in mythology: it is created to enable movement in various environments.

There were two Srepniari in total, and the leader's name was Bransha P. Alkhainsk, a magician from the Russian Catholic Church.

He was originally on the task of expelling people from several other villages when he suddenly received a call here that the tanks had lost signal, so they came here immediately to handle the situation.

"Actually, if we think about it carefully, there was no need for us to come here at all."

"Whether they were killed by Allied soldiers or for some other reason, the villagers are doomed anyway, so there's no need for us to come over."

As Brancia yawned, one of his colleagues said something quite cruel.

"That's true. I've always felt that way. Since we weren't planning to let these people return to civilized society anyway, we might as well just kill them here and say it was done by the Allies. That might even boost the morale of the soldiers."

That's right, this is the true face of this expulsion.

All the villagers here will be forcibly sent to the *** detention center.

They will absolutely not allow these villagers to reintegrate into society.

But that's what it is.

In order to attack the Independent State of Ilyasana, Russia went so far as to forcibly expel all the residents of the surrounding villages, seize the land, and build front-line positions there.

Regardless of the circumstances, if the villagers were to make this public, the people of the country would definitely riot.

Therefore, placing these people under life imprisonment is the best course of action.

However, it is clear that in the eyes of these magicians, only the dead can keep quiet, and only the dead can completely keep secrets.

At the same time, killing someone would be much easier to protect.

However, they didn't expect one thing.

In this place where everyone is an ordinary person and they have no rivals, their calamity will come.

"Ok?"

Just then, Brancia noticed.

Ahead of the Sleipnir, a military truck stood still.

In that brief moment, a chill ran through Bransha's heart, so cold it seemed to freeze him instantly.

"Buzz..."

It was accompanied by a loud, resonant sound.

Two azure water blades rose directly from the snow, like highly vibrating swords. The running spirit armor Sleipnia was cut in two by the water blades, and the two carriages she was carrying were overturned on the snow.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

A mournful cry immediately followed.

This is the lament of a sorcerer from a Russian religious sect.

As for Brancia, he was shoved out of the carriage, which had been cut in half, and rolled awkwardly in the snow.

My mind is blank.

Although he could still barely remain conscious, he was clearly not yet able to handle the situation immediately.

You should know that Sleipnia is a genuine spirit item, not just an ordinary carriage.

Through a miracle called magic, the crystallization of power that could be achieved like magic was actually cleaved in two with a single strike.

Are you kidding me?

Although he couldn't understand these things now, it was clear that Bransha understood one thing.

They were attacked.

At the very moment that Bransha understood, all the other Russian religious magicians also understood.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Before Bransha could even get up from the snow, the Russian cult mages had already located the attackers.

They all emerged from the collapsed carriage and rushed toward the military truck.

However, upon seeing this scene, Blanchard cried out.

"do not want!"

Unfortunately, it's too late to speak out now.

"choke--!"

The light blue blade flashed once again.

Moreover, this time it wasn't just one or two, but dozens.

Dozens of high-pressure water blades sliced ​​across the snowfield, creating a snowstorm as they slashed fiercely at the mages.

then……

"Pfft pfft pfft—!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.

High-pressure water blades sliced ​​through the flesh of the Russian religious magicians one by one.

It was cut in half at the waist, its throat was slit, and it was cleaved diagonally.

Dozens of lives vanished in that instant.

Just moments ago, the landscape was covered in snow, but in an instant, it seemed to transform into a scene of hell.

"That's pretty much it."

Immediately afterwards, Blansha saw a girl with long blonde hair, wearing a school uniform from Academy City and a scarf, getting out of the car.

Branshah's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the chill that rose deep within him at that moment was even more intense than the chill outside.

"We must escape, we absolutely must escape."

"I am no match for this girl. My only chance of survival is to run away."

Right now, Bransha had only one thought in his mind; he had no intention of dying a heroic death.

Things have come to this point; he needs to survive, he needs to escape.

but……

"Pfft-!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out again.

The deep blue water blade severed Bransha's legs.

Fresh blood splattered down from mid-air.

"Ughhhhhh...!"

Brancia's screams echoed back, filled with agony.

Brancia, dragging his broken leg, screamed in agony as he struggled to crawl forward with his bare hands.

Completely unaware, the girl he was trying to avoid had already unknowingly appeared behind Brancia.

"Okay."

The girl's clear voice rang out.

It's hard to imagine how a girl with such a voice could do something so cruel.

"Let me take a good look at your memories."

Chapter 406 The Bear

At this time of year, in Russia, night always comes earlier than usual.

When the sky over this land is completely dominated by night, all that remains is pure white.

As the world's largest country, Russia is characterized by its vast land and sparse population; apart from cities, all you can see is the boundless expanse of land.

So even in villages, a Russian village usually only has a few dozen households.

This is especially true in western Russia, which borders the Union of Independent States of Ilyasarina.

Driving all the way here, Makoto Haramura did not see any second batch of villages with villagers; they were all empty.

On the contrary, we saw quite a few Russian-built military bases and bombers from Academy City.

However, these Russian-built military bases are in a rather sorry state.

The supersonic fighter jets and bombers from Academy City are recklessly dropping supplies, bombs, and troops over Russia.

Many Russian military bases appeared to have been destroyed before they were even half-built.

Of course, Russia did try to hit it with artillery fire, but no matter what it did, it was all in vain.

Even if you occasionally manage to shoot down a parachute dropped by Academy City, it's meaningless.

Since the parachutes that were dropped all belonged to Academy City's Drive Armor Force, the damage to these unmanned machines was not considered a loss.